Getting as high as the pint prices here in London town Go and get another round or maybe get the packet out Sending money back and forth from Monzo to your main account Nothing like a bag of white lies To start the weekend sound Whack a fiver on an acca Odds a grand to one Tell yourself this ones a banker and that you've already won Holiday with the Mrs Maybe swing some to your mum Just betting on another rat race Your weeks already run I've got a mate who works in Bank every day Likes his coffee overpaid And his quarter zips tailor-made A few pints after work Then home very late To his Mrs and a dinner on his favourite plate I ain't gonna hate though My brothers on a straight road Probably getting great dough Who would ever say no? It's just not for me How could I have any time for a degree When I'm too busy chasing dreams Making tunes Blowing trees I just wanna go Wherever the tax is low Cop a plane to Monaco Then a boat to Thailand Hi nan Hows the retirement plan Tryna make a few bangers To put your feet in the sand Toking that loud pack Lurpack Buttery flows Spitting luxurious bars Like Brioches from Waitrose Please get me off lifes payroll I don't wanna pay for seven pound pints Whilst I die slow Mind slow but I never couldn't have left The wallets telling something Put another penny on the desk I regret Telling 'em I'm never that stressed But then I back another Guinness is it right or the left They would've wept Telling me you never were vexed Am I angry over nothing like king of the West Cos when I pick another baggy am I dealing I confess Cold nights, white bags in the back saying Is it who we are? Is it who we trust? Slip another tenner in the pocket at the dusk Saying darlin' don't you love Is it only lust Fighting for the money is it ever really just I've been thinking what's up They been telling me "love" You're putting all your money, all your money in the dust If it's sunny in the summer we can sit and have a puff Sit 'n' scribble in the dark I've been telling you it's love Look up to the skies I've been telling you it's fucked Look up to the skies I've been telling you it's fucked Telling 'em I'm never that stressed But then I back another Guinness is it right or the left Is it right or the left